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Chapter 9

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Emma left the room to give us some space and privacy. I clenched my fist as the tension between us thicken. I didn’t expect him to be back all of a sudden. Perhaps, it is a good thing as well.

"I don't want to stay here anymore," I declared with a steely gaze, my determination to leave this house firm in my mind. The sense of betrayal had eroded my trust in everyone around me, leaving me with a deep-seated desire to escape. "I will leave this house," I added, my voice steady despite the storm of emotions within.

His eyes sharpened, and the tension in the room heightened as he gritted his teeth. My heart raced, but I maintained a composed exterior, unwilling to let him perceive any vulnerability. "Leave, you say? Ophelia, this is our house," he retorted after a brief pause, his voice laced with controlled intensity as if he were suppressing an inner turmoil. "You cannot leave."

“Why not?” I hissed, my gaze narrowing into slits as I gritted my teeth. “Why can’t I leave?”

“Because I don’
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Shirea Lemons
That's exactly how I see this story line too. If he is her husband he needs to show her the marriage license to prove it cause I'm walking out of the house and the front gates. See you tomorrow. Have a great day or night whichever it is for you.
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